Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat
(Take money) West side, Bad Boy (take money)
You who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)
(Take money)

First off, fuck your and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some bitches
We on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck
I let niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see

ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't
Now ya to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on this (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't on my level
I'ma let my little ride on you (take money)
made-ass bad boy bitches deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you
the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This no freestyle battle
All you gettin killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm to set the record straight
my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
Where plenty of murders
No points or commas, we bring to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Little I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your
With a 15-shot Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA moving up another notch
And pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your ass East coast props
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
I'll you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, better be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
No need for hoping, a battle lost
I got em crossed as soon as the funk is off
Nigga, I hit em up!

Now you me who won
I see them, run
They wanna see us (take money)
Whole M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob we always on our job? (Take money)
We
ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York want to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
We're gonna kill all you
Now I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a opinion
Well this is how we gonna do
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking crew
And if you to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow,
My .44 make sure all kids don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you mob? Nigga, we the mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
Guns under motherfuckin' belts
You how it is, when we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad